The Best Kept Secret: PT. 1 The Youngest Derevko
Laura Bristow was deciding her fate, even as she graded papers. Three days from now she would fake her death in a car crash. The only thing that bothered her was her eldest daughter. Sydney would most likely never remember her oldest sister and Jack would not bother to hurt Sydney with further loss. Irina Derevko, alias Laura Bristow, would stage a kidnapping of her eldest daughter and make her appear to be dead. Then whilst after faking her own death, Irina would train her oldest to be the perfect match for the KGB, Yelena Derevko would become her new name. Alisha Bristow would no longer exist. Now Alisha Bristow was the most like Jack of her two daughters. She bore the intense physique of her father. She had dirty blonde hair that was cut short and she despised it. So one day she decided to change the color to pink much to Jack's dismay. Her eyes were a cool blue gray and the intensity of them scared Irina sometimes. Especially when it came to Sydney, Alisha was very, very protective of her baby sister Sydney. Alisha was only ten and Sydney six, but Irina had seen terrible rage burst from Alisha in times when the safety or wellbeing of her younger sister was threatened. Once before a bully had taken Sydney's ball and made fun of her pigtails, so Alisha, always the protective one, smashed in his jaw on the playground. This particular behavior unnerved Jack Bristow, who promptly grounded his daughter for breaking the jaw of a 15 year old. Ironically Alisha did not care. She foresaw this as an adventure in which to break free of her dad's strict regime and sneak out for a party that only high school students were invited too. Irina caught her in the act of returning but did not, however, tell Jack about that behavior. Now as Irina remembered all this, she knew her plan had to be put into action.
It was a stormy night and Alisha was doing homework with Sydney eagerly looking on.
"Sissy why you do homework?" She asked in her six year old voice. Alisha smiled, letting the youngest Bristow sit in her lap. She patted her head gently.
"Well as much as I may hate dad, I still have to keep up my studies if I want to go to college some day. You'll understand one day kid. I promise." She kissed the back of her head. Sydney looked up endearingly. She wanted to be just like her older sister when she got older. Everything about Alisha awed Sydney, from her short pink hair to her wallet chain on the side of her pants. Of course Sydney didn't particularly enjoy the clothes themselves.
"I love you Alisha." Sydney Bristow said with sincerity. Alisha kissed the top of her head.
"I know you do kid. I love you too." Those were the last words Sydney and Alisha ever said to each other that were simply words and not commands nor words of fear. Alisha watched the clock chime to welcome midnight, mom and dad should be home by now, she thought. She heard the roar of an engine as it pulled into the drive. Assuming it was her mother and father, she went to the door to check it out. The man standing there was not her father. She turned to Sydney.
"Run now. Syd run." Sydney dashed off immediately obeying her older sister. Alisha grabbed a gun from her father's bedroom as the door was kicked down. She cocked it and headed into the living room to protect her youngest sister. A gunman pointed a gun at Sydney knowing that Alisha would get involved to save her sister. Alisha ran fast, slamming into the gunman.
"Stay away from my sister you jackass." She yelled. The gunman turned the gun on her. Alisha knew the inevitable was coming. She stood in front of her sister, protecting her. She didn't run and she didn't look at him in fear. Her sister was more important then her own life and she calmly stood, facing her impending death. Five shots rang out from the AK-47. Each bullet ripped through Alisha's chest as she took the hits. She made no scream, and crumbled to the floor. She turned looking at Sydney who screamed, tears running down Sydney's face. Alisha touched her cheek.
"Shh… No tears for me Syd. If you were the older sibling you'd have done the same for me. Now do something for me. I want you to make something off your life. Become a teacher, whatever. Just don't give up your dreams. Make the best out of yourself, kid." Those were the last words Alisha Bristow ever uttered and Sydney Bristow took them to heart. The bullets hadn't been life threatening. They were coated in a substance that would slow the heart to feign death. Neither Sydney nor Jack ever knew this.
One tragedy had passed only to be followed by another two days later. Both Laura Bristow and Alisha Bristow were laid to rest, never to return, at least not as Laura Bristow and Alisha Bristow. That day Yelena Derevko was born from the ashes of Alisha Bristow. Irina began her training as soon as she rose from her comatose "death". Yelena was a natural of course, as Irina had known she would be. Told that the gunman that night had been CIA and had killed Sydney Bristow, Yelena was filled with hate and the desire for revenge on the Central Intelligence Agency. The drive to avenge her supposed sister's death was all that Yelena knew from that moment on. How such lies fed the fire with it's own fuel of hatred.
18 years later:
Sydney Bristow was on a mission in Prague retrieving a stolen disk containing information the Rambaldi Artifacts, little did the APO Agent know that her enemy was on the opposite side of the fence, wanting the same thing. She spoke into the COMM unit.
"Phoenix to Shot gun, anyone in my perimeter?" She asked.
"Negative Phoenix, watch yourself though our Surveillance is a little hazy like we are getting interference, Merlin is on it." Michael Vaughn stated with a nervous sigh.
"Copy that Shotgun, Phoenix out. I am going to survey the perimeter." Just as Sydney shut off her COMM, the bunt of a pistol slammed into the back of her hand. Before she went dark, she turned to see a familiar figure standing above her.